The Penn's Grove record., 1887-11-05

time must be lost. This very night, a
opera night. and therefore you hav
nanght to fear, we must flyI Be read
mt 8 o'clock. Give some ball or rece,
ton as an excuse to your maid, an
descend the steps. In the carriage
will wait my darling, and in a few shol
weeks, Italy. ioy-rest for thee an,
me, my sweet ~
l listen to him as In a dream. As i
a dream 1 move about my room
mechanically all that day, touching ia
miliar tribes with trembling finger
They areall the things that speak to m
OF the love my husband wooed me with
And that husbandI Moody, absent
minded, silent. Nh more the Mario
Halpine whom I married only six shor
months ago than, well. than 1 am hk
unto that Nellie Dampier who becam
his wife.
He is home to dinner that evening
but throws down his paper to go ou
again very shortly after our silent mes
is concluded,
"You are going to the opera?"I ven
ture.
1t IS the very first time that 1 hav
ever asked my husband a question as t
his goings or comings.
"The operap" he repeats after me
listlessly. "No; l seldom go nova
days"
81 thought you liked Marca in Mig
non,' especially"
"Marca Is not going to sing tonight
l see by the papers that she is indis
posed. Why did Yoe SIX me2"he says
with somethinG3tf the Old look in hi
blue eyes. I'll
~ don't knd13"
My fingers G llble as I raise m,
glass to my lipaE
lyon will ~ well entertained
doubtless. as usAel by your friend Ian
zetti. BY the - Ellen, there is sucl
a thing as goingfibo far"
"IndeedIn
There Is just apI ger in my heart, but
Heaven help meta love him and can
not stab him with Is,etort when l know
| shall never look( : his bonny fact
again.
Good EVENING" says, coolly, but
L c cannot answer. ally bow my head
and the hot tears imy eyes.
The soft tinkle of l,ne clock on tn,
mantel arouses me. Nine O'Clock Ian
zetti awaits me without. Not stop
ping for a last glance, not hesitating K
think or reflect, or even to say s.Fare
welll' to my hofa I fling a heavy
fur-lined cloak oyef MY rich evening
dress and fly like a guilty thing down
the broad corridor aud the staircase,
| met quantities OF )eople whom ]
know.
The hall boy meets Did gives me sew.
eral letters. Three are for me and one
10 Nathalie's handwriting for Mr.. Hal
pine. SIS Mr.. Halpthe not inP"
ask"
mo. ma'am; but as lou will see him
at the ball"
ITO be sure,n anu lsh cut into
the street: a s%arrias.tl waiting and
addresses the drive. ptp n, sM
TO the Northern DeYu1g s,aiinN
He ~falters. Marion HI, na,s ha,d q
upon his shoulder. W :"
My dear sirl Mrs.f to,r,ro ,,r,
ing to me, twill yoH oh,;no NV ~
re urning to the hotelYk
, But l do not m9a.fT s.and ,boro
k..u ~ dLduu LQeTe
a",o neu, nau I'm husband give
then a kick-aM wbatSronr. AZ + 49,
In AZ h ~ stntha MIL curls Of Lam
end dark rich bratds far -. ,So ~
JSealed face of Nathalie 90
Cs.Great Heavenp' II 90 ,,c.rs
bslck in horror and alan
ftknow nothing aaagIrnoye for mary
a LON. hour WMan 81 anauy AWAKEN
my husband is bendink over me. and
on his face is written bhe story of a
great and wondrous jof fulness.
NELLY, oh, my darl Agl"
He takes me in his arms and holds
me to lis heart.
"What is itp" I viii per. "Tell me;
it SEEM as though my Arain were upset.
Marion, explain it all me-, dearp'
"This, dearl This IS the tale, a
strange enough one, / am sure: For
two months / have bekn the recipient
of notes, letters from Nathalie. telling
me of her love, as she lad told me of 1t
in the old days. l tool no notice what
ever. l seldom saw hAr-never except
when she came here, abd then she con.
trived to have me always at her side.
as a clever, determined woman can
do
''Marion, your absence from homer"
"Dear. l have been )alunged almost
irrevocably in a vortex VI ruin. I staid
at my office late at night, trying to re-
gain what l had lost, to retrieve myself,
and kept silence lesf my little girl
should worry too. Then Lanzetti ap-
peared upon the scene. Nathalie's bill.
let-doux grew more numorous. more
pressing. They insinuated your faith
~fulness. her immoyable fidelity, Ian.
zetti's destinations, the on-dits OF ten
thousand Mrs. Grundys.
Last night l was ~desperatel When
| came back unexpectedly to the hotel
and beheld you standing on the pave
ment with that man--as i presumed
him to be-heard the directions which
he gave the driver, Nelly, ] did what 1
did not dream l wac doing--I struck a
womanl Your Lanzetti was none other
than Nathaliel Think of the woman's
DESPERATION Her art to originate and
carry out so stupendous a plotI Seeing
thai you were not Interested in any
one, she disguised herself and set about
the task of reformation, thinking ia
win me to her side when / discovered
your treacbery. She meant to leave you
to go on to New YorkSy yourself, al,
leging some excuse, and then come here
to mel
'The note which was in your hand
last night informs ms Fof your flight,
and Of her undying love for-dear littla
Nell-your most unworthy husband and
loverl Dear heart, will you forgive me
for my GOODNESS, harshnessgn
"Forgive you?n l echo; "there is
nothing to forgive you, Marion; but to
think or the two months that werQ
stolen from us by Lanzettipn
"Think of the years to come with
which Lanzetti wlllhave nothing what,
w to dol'
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